Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Si Mo was a little absent-minded. He took a deep breath and then replied, "It's okay. I'll go meet him."

"...Okay, okay, I'll send it to you later." Zhou Xiaohua sighed. What kind of bad fate is this? "Remember, don't fight him to death. You won't get anything good."

Although she is very good at slacking off at other times, she only shows whether she wants to do her job or not. When she becomes serious about her work, it seems like she is doing the job well.

Not long after the chat ended, Zhou Xiaohua sent a message, including Zou Yanzhi's address and some internal information about the work.

Zou Yanzhi is good at short and medium-length suspense stories, and has also dabbled in interstellar science fiction. At a young age, he has won many literary awards, including the New Domain Award, which is unique in the online literature industry. His debut work from ten years ago is still a big hit today.

The latest edition of his book, Eddy Current, was published two years ago, but he has not produced any new books recently. He is preparing for the new book. However, according to the contract, his next book still needs to be signed to Muyun Literary Society.

The deadline is the end of next month, and Zou Yanzhi must submit the first draft.

But his sudden indifference made people panic. He threatened to pay the penalty for breach of contract and wait until he was in a better mood before writing again. Some people think this is his personality, while others think it is just an excuse.

They suspected that Zou Yanzhi had run out of ideas and had no inspiration to write any more books.

However, even Zhou Xiaohua vaguely thought so.

No matter how difficult it is, she can still try. The only thing is that the writer cannot give up on herself. That would be hopeless.

"I think he is halfway through writing. You... forget it. If you want to try, then give it a try. Maybe a miracle will happen." She didn't want to dampen Si Mo's enthusiasm, so she didn't say the rest of the sentence, "You'd better not waste your time."

"Thank you, Sister Zhou. I'll try my best."

The phone screen was turned off, and the bizarre reflection of the car window revealed the boy's long eyelashes. The humidity index of the air in South City was always very high, and the tiny hairs under his eyelids were wet, as if covered with a thin layer of frost.

Zou Yanzhi's home is at No. A1 in the villa area. The land here is very expensive, and the further you go, the more expensive it is. The majestic and tall houses are located independently, separated by private gardens, and their appearances are not much different. Except for the cleaners and patrols, there are no idle people walking around inside. The quiet and cold atmosphere suits Zou Yanzhi very well.

After completing the registration, the security guard took Si Mo over. He had just passed by a nearby boutique and bought an expensive fountain pen, which he packed and placed in a beautiful box. It would be bad to knock on the door empty-handed.

This pen is basically his two months' salary as editor-in-chief, but this amount of money is less than one-tenth of his remuneration for his other identity.

……

"Sir, please." The security guard who led him raised his head and glanced at Si Mo. The boy's appearance was not difficult to recognize, and he was even quite prominent.

The rest of the words were not spoken, but Si Mo read them from the security guard's eyes.

'See you later. Still me.'

In the past, outsiders often knocked on the door of this household owner, saying that they were the editor-in-chief of some cultural company or publishing house. They needed to discuss some work matters. In the end, no one answered them or they were kicked out by the nearby security guards when the time was up.

The security guard simply didn't even turn around, just hanging around not far from Si Mo, waiting for him to be turned away and then lead him out.

……

Si Mo ignored him, calmed himself down and rang the doorbell.

For more than ten seconds, there was no movement inside or outside the villa.

A minute and a half later, he pressed it again.

This time there was some sound, but the door didn't open.

After hesitating for a while, Si Mo frowned and raised his hand for the third time.

He didn't have the good temper of Zou Yanzhi's previous editors, so he rang the doorbell for so long out of politeness. Tonight, he had to see Zou Yanzhi no matter what.

"Which one?"

A clear and low voice came from behind the door.

Zou Yanzhi seemed to have just woken up, and his voice was slightly hoarse, which made him sound particularly sexy.

The camera on the door panel suddenly lit up. The man was too tall, and only half of his smooth jaw and collarbone with a small mole were captured.

"Mr. Zou, I'm your new editor. My name is Si Mo."

Zou Yanzhi lowered his gaze with a pair of phoenix eyes full of contempt and frost, staring at the young man in the surveillance video.

He did not listen carefully to what Si Mo said, only heard the word "new editor", with an indifferent expression mixed with a hint of disgust.

Yet strangely, he couldn't take his eyes off those thin lips.

This time it’s a... man?

It doesn't matter whether they are men or women, as long as they are here to bother him, there is no difference.

"Go back now. I told you I'd pay the penalty fee. I don't want to write it. Are you going to force me to write it on the keyboard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a light clicking sound, and the intelligent vision dimmed, and Zou Yanzhi walked away.

Before I even reached the lazy sofa in the living room, the annoying doorbell rang again - with a momentum that seemed to refuse to stop until someone was let in.

"Mr. Zou, please open the door. Don't you think it's very rude to shut out the editor who came to see you?"

Zou Yanzhi paused, then smiled. But the smile did not reach his eyes, and his temperament was gloomy.

He felt an itch in his throat, but he suppressed it.

He turned around and walked back. Although he was standing at the door face to face with the editor outside, Zou Yanzhi did not speak again.

Si Mo continued to speak, his tone was quite polite and sincere, but his expression was getting colder and colder: "Mr. Zou, I came here to discuss the first draft of your new book with you."

"This is not a matter of liquidated damages. If you make a promise and fail to fulfill it, it will also reduce your personal credibility. The adverse impact it will cause at that time..."

"Hey, young man, it's time." The same security guard came forward after checking his phone and said, "Please leave. The owner has not agreed to your visit. If you continue, you will be disturbing the neighbors!"

"..."

Si Mo clenched his fists and ignored the security guard, still speaking word by word: "Zou Yanzhi, open the door."

[Calm down, sir. If you are caught trespassing, you will be punished by thunder. ]

Benben jumped up and discovered that the fox god's divine power was condensed at his fingertips, ready to move.

The fox master has been in a bad mood recently, because... in this plane, they have not found the soul lit by the Lord God. Along with his last love in the mortal world, it disappeared.

The degree of difficulty is immeasurable.

What might happen is that even if two people meet face to face, they may pass each other by without knowing each other.

Just a little bit, just a little bit to achieve both...

Zou Yanzhi stared through the video screen at the paper-thin boy standing in the sunset with his deep and fiery eyes, and his pale lips gradually pursed.